LittleHawk,

I like you once, but now that I know that you are the idiot that sends those cards back--it is all over.

I worked for a small company that made electronic/microprocessor-based control equipment--we used to get a few pieces a month returned, all in the same handwriting, and all with the same stupid, nasty messages written on them--The were a real pain for all of us(I hope you enjoyed yourself)--who were, after all, just people trying to make a living and take care of the family.

And they weren't such a bad bunch, either, in our little factory, the sales mgr was a drummer with a great working band, all three of the design engineers were guitar players(two played "Chet Atkins fingerstyle")--their were three or four other guitar players in the repair section, one of the salesman was a guitar maker, and there were a couple of whole bands working back in production--Even the photographer had a band(and a folk band, to boot)--altogether, that factory and those ads supported about eight working bands(my band played folkdance music)--

So thanks a lot for all the grief, buddy, your fellow musicians really appreciated it--